
Pancakes
I woke up after the first night at your place.
It takes me a while to realize where I am.
I splash my face with water to wake up.
It’s funny I can never sleep well in a new place.
Something about the different noises or the lack of safety.
But I never feel unsafe in your arms
which is why I’m wide awake.
I see you struggling to
make pancakes.
Batter flying everywhere and a tornado of ingredients all over the countertop
I smile and know I am home.